I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect
pearl of the formless.
No more sailing from harbour to harbour with this my weather-beaten boat. The
days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of
toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life.
I shall tune it to the notes of forever, and when it has sobbed out its last
utterance, lay down my silent harp at the feet of
the silent.